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His voice has dropped to a lower register, and his irises are darkening before our very eyes. He licks his lips, and I mirror him, letting my hand slide over her hip and search out the soft spot between her legs.
"Justin?" She's already panting. "Will you tie me up and make me scream your name?"
“It would be my pleasure,” he croons. Justin dips his face into the bubbles and latches his mouth around her breast. Julia arches and squeals with laughter, and Justin blows bubbles around her nipple before pulling his face out of the water, covered in white foam.
“What’s your safeword?” he asks her, falling into the role of Dominant that we’ve asked, all but begged him to fill more and more often of late.
“Red,” Julia and I say together.
Just because I won’t be the body strapped to the bed doesn’t mean that I plan on being excluded from the game.
“Assume the position,” Justin orders.
I watch with a hard cock and a watering mouth as Justin leaps from the bath and Julia hustles to scuttle after him.
* * *
Julia triesto turn in on herself, but she can't.
Her wrists are bound above her head. Her knees are parted and lifted, a strap under each bend, keeping her thighs spread as far as we can without causing her serious pain. Her ankles are bound at the perfect height to aid in the separation of her cunt, but also to take some of the strain from her burning muscles.
Slick drips from her pussy. Thick sticky streams of it. It slides down her ass, bared for our enjoyment by the placement of her bottom in the cradle of the swing.
Justin growls as he feasts on her clit. Slow, broad licks with a tongue as rough as sandpaper. Fast dainty flicks with the tip of his tongue causing her to tremble and attempt to thrust onto his face. He sucks her swollen, fat bud into his mouth and scrapes it with his teeth.
I feel it viscerally when he pulls back and spits on her. It's vulgar and obscene, and the sound of it is harsh in my ears.
I love it.
The slap of his hand against her cunt causes lightning to shoot down my spine. Julia arches, almost in slow motion. Her spine curves in the air, the bow of her back ethereal in its beauty.
She gasps in a lungful of oxygen, her body tightening in response to the painful stimuli that morph into a pleasure fierce enough to make her toes curl, the red of her toenails digging into the balls of her feet.
Then a sound just this side of human rips from her. It's guttural and deep, ending on a sob that makes her chest hitch and her breasts sway.
The impact forces yet another orgasm to slink through her limbs. Her cunt twitches and spasms, and you can see the muscles in her lower belly contract over and over again. Pretty soon, all we'll see there is the baby. Already her stomach is protruding in a perfect curve. Stretch marks split her skin in reddish-white streaks like lightning over her mound and under her belly button.
I moan with the knowledge that it's my child growing inside of her.
Her hole clenches around nothing, and my hand on my cock speeds up with the need to give her something to grip.
It's fucking magnificent.
She's blindfolded, so every touch only adds to the building tension coiling inside her body. Her legs are quaking—what was once a fine tremble is now a shaking reminiscent of the early stages of hypothermia.
I know she's not cold.
Her skin is flushed a beautiful crimson, the pale silver of her flesh darkened to the bronze of a church bell. The changing strawberry of her nipples is capped in silver clamps. A chain reaches between each breast and leads down to the matching split that keeps Julia's cunt spread and her clit exposed.
Her breasts are covered in beard burn left behind from the scruff that covers our faces.
Justin and I have both stopped shaving, if for different reasons. She'll be blanketed head to toe in not only our teeth marks and the bruises left behind by our mouths but by the red rashes gifted her from the friction of our chins against her delicate skin.
If we did our job right, she'll walk into work Monday morning with clothes that rub against her healing body and the errant bruise refusing to be hidden by the stiffness of her business suit.
I'm on the edge, my cock pulsing in my hand.
Julia isn't the only one covered in a thin layer of sweat.
